【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

After Xiao Xingchen woke up from a sweaty dream that day, he packed up the broken corpses and fought with Xue Yang. His face was already covered in dust and he felt uncomfortable. After Haoshui took off his coat, he heard Xue Yang knocking loudly on the door outside.

As soon as the door was opened, Xue Yang squeezed in through the crack and smiled: "Master Dao, let's wash together!"

When they first walked together with Xue Yang, they also had many conflicts. Xue Yang always did this. After the fight, he smiled playfully and approached him as if nothing had happened. Now it is obviously repeating the old trick.

The bathroom of Liu Zhai's house is an independent room with complete equipment and spacious space. In addition to the large and small wooden barrels with sufficient water sources, there is also a circular pool with a diameter of more than ten feet. In theory, it is indeed enough for several people to bathe at the same time.

Xiao Xingchen is no longer a person who doesn't understand anything. With last night, when Xue Yang mentioned taking a bath together, he knew that this person was plotting something wrong. He said with a deadpan expression: "If you want to wash, you should wash first." He was about to go out after saying that.

Xue Yang quickly blocked the door, pushed him in, and said in his mouth, "Oh, why is the Taoist priest still angry and tired? Let's take a break and take a bath together. I don't have one hand so you can help me. "

Xiao Xingchen looked at his frivolous words with a smile on his brows. It seemed that he didn't care about A-Qing, about the corpse abuse, or about threatening to kill people to vent his anger. He walked around Xue Yang with a straight face, and walked out resolutely, but Xue Yang hugged him from behind again.

The hot air in the bathroom blocked people's vision. Xiao Xingchen tried his best to avoid being entangled and teased, and when he broke Xue Yang's hand from his robe, he didn't see the restlessness of the ghost with the broken arm, and went straight out of the bathroom.

He walked into the yard just in time to meet Liu Cuoxin who was going to look for him in his room, and asked what was the matter, Liu Cuoxin said: "Brother Xue asked me to help put up a plaque for Miss A-Qing, saying it would help Ah- Miss Qing rested in peace and reincarnated, I forgot to ask what material to use, pine and cypress are too common, I happen to have a section of Tianshan sacred wood in Muyue Pavilion, I wonder if using that memorial tablet will have a better effect?"

The woman's voice was gentle and quiet, Xiao Xingchen realized through her earnest expression that Xue Yang didn't take things to heart, and finally felt a little comforted, and thanked Liu Cuoxin: "If you can use the sacred tree to set up a memorial tablet, you can calm the soul. The effect is indeed better, but this Shenmu is rare..."

"No matter how rare the Shenmu is, it is not as rare as Brother Xue's kindness in saving me." Liu Cuoxin only confirmed that the effect of the Shenmu is better, and smiled happily, "Then I have to ask someone to fetch the Shenmu from Muyue Pavilion, otherwise It’s not good to be bought by someone.”

The woman dressed as a man turned around and took two steps. Suddenly, she staggered and was about to fall. Xiao Xingchen stepped forward to support her, "What's wrong? Miss, is she feeling unwell?"

"Hmm... for some reason, I suddenly feel dizzy."

After Liu Cuoxin frowned, Xiao Xingchen also sensed that something was wrong. There seemed to be an element of dementor incense spreading in the air in the courtyard.After carefully identifying it, he suddenly turned to the bathroom, where the source of the dementor incense was, and Xue Yang was still inside.

Xiao Xingchen hastily instructed Liu Cuoxin to direct all the servants to stay far away, and rushed into the bathroom by himself, only to see Xue Yang leaning against the round pool full of hot water in his clothes in the dense heat, with his hands slowly dripping. Yes, it was the dementing incense powder. The powder melted and spread in the water, turning the entire pool green.

Seeing him coming in, Xue Yang quietly raised his eyes, he was completely different from the playful smile just now, his eyes were full of desolation, he sprinkled the last handful of dementor incense in the water, and stirred the water surface lazily.

Xiao Xingchen was terrified, in the curling white mist, what caught his eyes seemed to be a water demon, a water demon who came to seek his soul and life.

This incense is extremely harmful to ghosts and spirits. Yesterday, when Xue Yang was trapped in the dungeon by the lake containing the incense, Xiao Xingchen felt that he was the one who was about to lose his soul. Today, Xue Yang actually made it himself. A pool of poisonous water is soaked in it, what is this for?provocative?Demonstration?Masochistic?To make him bow to him? !

Xiao Xingchen shouted angrily, "Come out!"

The ghost with a broken arm who was shouted angrily stared at him without blinking. There were obviously blue veins on his neck bursting from the pain, but instead sank even deeper into the water, soaking his whole body in it.

Xiao Xingchen was frightened and angry, and jumped into the circular pool to forcefully fish him out. Xue Yang dodged, muttering: "What do you want me to do? I can't kill people, and I can't take dead bodies. I can't beat you." , I can’t vent my anger on myself? After I have a little more time, you can go to meet your good friend named Song. Doesn’t he just want to make me die? Now there is a way, why don’t you Go tell him!"

Green water splashed, part of it flew into the eyes, stinging and blurring vision, Xiao Xingchen was wet all over, he managed to grab Xue Yang and dragged him out of the pool full of dementor incense, picked up the clean water from the nearby wooden bucket Regardless of whether it was hot or cold, he poured it on Xue Yang's head and face, and then grabbed Xue Yang's hand and opened his fingers to see that the palm of his hand that had held the dementing incense was already burned. Mottled white light, what's worse, the mottled area is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, connecting into one piece.

Xue Yang trembled uncontrollably due to the pain, his eyes were gloomy and terrifying, and he shot at Xiao Xingchen hatefully, but Xiao Xingchen didn't have time to pay attention, he was too anxious to speak, and cut his wrist to feed Xue Yang again , Xue Yang's eyelids twitched, as if he had been greatly insulted, he cursed and pushed him to get out, his hands were restrained and he wanted to lift his feet, Xiao Xingchen was pushed and kicked continuously, his mind was exhausted, his anger increased, He suddenly pressed Xue Yang against the wall vigorously, and pressed his bleeding wrist into Xue Yang's mouth.

His voice was full of severe pain, rushing like a waterfall: "Let me get out, what will you do if I get out? Who cares about you in this world?!"

The back of Xue Yang's head hit the wall and he was spinning for a while. He wanted to shout, but his mouth was blocked. He wanted to push, but his hands and body were pressed. He never knew that someone as gentle as Xiao Xingchen could have such strength and determination to restrain him. He, forcing him to do something he didn't want to do, his throat made a sound like a trapped animal, he bit down hard, hard teeth pierced into the flesh and blood of his wrist, but Xiao Xingchen didn't know the pain, not only did his wrist not loosen at all, but pressed The ground was more ruthless, making his mouth open.

A steady stream of blood poured into his mouth, Xue Yang almost choked several times.The angry eyes loosened a little under the irrigation of blood. He didn't know if he really bit Xiao Xingchen, and he didn't know how deep Xiao Xingchen's wound was. He only felt that there was so much blood, how much It was enough to fill his mouth and throat, so much that he had no time to swallow, the blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, flowed down his chin to his neck, and soaked his collar.

He was pressed hard, it didn't make any difference whether his teeth were biting or not, anyway, he was always trapped between Xiao Xingchen's wrists, his lips couldn't be closed, he tried to shake his head, but he only got a harder pressing, his teeth almost knocked to the bone.

"If you don't want to drink my blood, don't torture yourself in the future!" Xiao Xingchen's canthus was tearing up, his eyes were full of redness, and he completely lost his usual fairy appearance.

Xue Yang's mouth was bloody and sticky, seeing Xiao Xingchen like this, a trace of fear rose in his heart.

His white moonlight turned bloody, like a moon soaked in blood, did he pollute the moon above the nine heavens?He was afraid that Xiao Xingchen's blood would be drained dry, and that Xiao Xingchen's tenderness would be gone forever, so his eyes finally softened completely, and the roar in his throat turned into pleading.He thought of how close they were to each other last night, Xiao Xingchen, who was as gentle as water, kissed and licked the scars all over his body, how his dream was shattered before even a full day, what did he do to put a So the warm and warm person was forced into this strange and rough look in front of him?

Xue Yang opened his mouth wide to hold Xiao Xingchen's bleeding wrist. Suddenly, there was a lot of grief and anger, which turned into tears and mixed with Xiao Xingchen's blood, blurring his entire face.

"I was wrong."

It was not Xue Yang who said those words, but Xiao Xingchen.

Xiao Xingchen could no longer maintain the anger on the surface, and stared sadly at the enemy in front of him.

"It's my fault, okay?" Xiao Xingchen murmured absent-mindedly, not knowing whether it was because of excessive blood loss or the unbearable pain, and gradually lost strength, "A Yang, I have no regrets nor will I leave you, don't make trouble, and don't destroy yourself Self-injury, okay...?"

Red blood trickled down from Xue Yang's chin.

I can't stand it anymore.Neither Xue Yang nor Xiao Xingchen could bear it any longer, their bodies slumped slowly, they sat down on the ground, their bleeding wrists finally let go, the blood stained half of Xue Yang's face, and also stained Xiao Xingchen's entire cuff red , I can't tell who is more embarrassed.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault..."

Xiao Xingchen's eyes were dim, his vision was distracted, like a madman, he could only say this one sentence.

They still slept together that night.

Xiao Xingchen almost satisfied Xue Yang with whatever he wanted, and suddenly understood in the endless bumps and collisions that Xue Yang was an addict. He used to be addicted to murder, addicted to refining corpses, addicted to revenge, addicted to eating sugar, and now he is addicted to him.

Addicts never know what restraint is, they only know to desperately grasp the happiness in front of them, otherwise they will be reduced to emptiness and restlessness.This addiction made him feel pity and fear. What pity is that Xue Yang hits too few things, so he is so extreme. What is afraid is that even if he pours everything out, he will not be able to fill the black hole in Xue Yang's soul.

The dream of saving the world, his confidant and friend, his innocence, all of which he abandoned.Even so, Xue Yang still couldn't be satisfied. Xue Yang couldn't tolerate him giving care and compassion to others, especially the people Xue Yang had killed himself, but if he abandoned the last kindness, how could he tolerate Xue Yang? ?

Xiao Xingchen was helpless.This rebirth, this cultivation, this tolerance, this mercy, all seemed meaningless.

The more depressed he was, the more irritable Xue Yang became, and he couldn't stop taking advantage of him.Xue Yang wanted him to have no room for wild thoughts, so he crazily occupied and demanded his body.The same ups and downs, last night was still honey, and tonight it turned into sex, in the heart-piercing pain, only the joy of the body is real, Xiao Xingchen let Xue Yang drag him down, and fell into the deep Desperate for the sea.

The dementia-inducing Bliss fireworks were in full bloom and then extinguished, leaving behind a deeper and more suffocating dark night. During the short sleep interval, Xiao Xingchen was still dreaming, either A-Qing or Song Zichen. Contempt, eyes cold and hatred.

Finally, he dreamed that Master Baoshan Sanren.

The master didn't say any words of reproach, just looked at him and kept sighing, just like the time he begged the master to gouge out his eyes and give them to his friend Song Zichen.

The master's voice was distant and ethereal in the dream, she said: "Xingchen, you don't have to be like this."

It doesn't have to be, those are four words that he can't understand.

He still poached his eyes to Zichen, handed himself over to Xue Yang, and then went to cry in his dream to face the soul of his deceased.

Xiao Xingchen woke up on the messy bed, wrapped his body tightly with a quilt, covered his eyes and choked up, "A Yang, I miss Master."

He didn't know if Xue Yang could understand, but he had no one else to tell.

Xue Yang used to only know that he was alone in this world, but now for the first time he realized that Xiao Xingchen was also that lonely.

He stroked Xiao Xingchen's wet face, "Can't you go back and visit Master?"

Xiao Xingchen shook his head and wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes.He has already broken the rule of Baoshan Sanren not to allow his disciples to go back, and it would be shameless to break it again, not to mention that he is still with Xue Yang now.

"Then do you miss the days when you didn't join the world?" Xue Yang finally said the only words that effectively comforted Xiao Xingchen that day, "Let's find a mountain and live in seclusion like your master, shall we?"

This is exactly what I want.Xiao Xingchen really misses the solitary years of cultivating in the mountains, and now he urgently needs that kind of peace that seems like a world away, and he doesn't want to enter the world anymore.

He wanted to take Xue Yang with him, away from the crowd, away from right and wrong, his xinxing was cultivated outside the world, if Xue Yang could also experience the indifference and tranquility outside the world, would it change? ?

Xiao Xingchen put down his hands covering his face, opened his wet eyes, and looked at Xue Yang with a glimmer of hope sprouting from endless despair, "Are you willing? Shi Wusheng hasn't been found yet, aren't you going to take revenge?"

"I……"

Hesitating, Xue Yang uttered a word, but there was no more words.